A close friend gave me these teensy hosta this spring with the comment that they were rare, or maybe just unusual. She wasn't sure. I gladly took them, plopped them in a pot, and let them be. Needing almost total shade, I didn't expect much and hoped they wouldn't die.
I spend each day in an overly bright, Arctic-aired, windowless classroom. This afternoon I eagerly traded artificial lighting and the bang of lockers for a sapphire sky and mild weather. Once home I made my usual trek through the kitchen and straight out to the garden. Surprised last week to see a flower bud on one of the plants, I was shocked by what greeted me today.
A purple and white flower larger than the petals stood stiffly erect, a tiny surprise from an unexpected gift.
I hope these eventually fill this pot.
Everything that was right today:
The invention of Swiffer Wet Jet to clean up my elderly dogs bladder blowout.
Homemade oatmeal cookie and a cup of tea
50% off coupon to my favorite garden center